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Molly spread the glitter-strewn blueprints across the greasy table, her eyes narrowing at the drawing of a pink inflatable castle. She pointed a laser at the backyard perimeter. "The bounce house is our extraction point," she hissed. Bill stared blankly at a pile of discarded wrapping paper, looking more interested in a stray gummy bear than the mission. He leaned in, his face illuminated by the glow of a nearby nightlight. "What about the silly clown?" he muttered. Molly rolled her eyes, tapping a finger on the schedule of events. "Focus, Bill," she snapped. "Is there cake?" he asked, eyes widening. "Don't touch that!" she warned. The target was the central gift pile, situated precariously near the juice box station. They would enter through the pet door, bypass the magician, and secure the LEGO sets before the cake was served. The distraction would occur during the piñata incident. She checked her watch, calculating the trajectory of a falling balloon. This wasn't just a heist; it was a tactical assault on childhood joy. They had to be silent, swift, and immune to the allure of chocolate sprinkles. The stakes were high, and the sugar rush was imminent.